Love my kids. Try so hard every day to do my best for them. And I feel like they set out every day to sabotage this.
Current example which has just tipped me over the edge.
Leaving the house last week for a play in the park. Meeting a friend of 6 year old. 8 year old has just started playing recorder and 6 year old wanted to take his recorder music book. I said no. He said he really wanted to because his friend also plays recorder. I explained that that didn’t matter - there is no point taking a recorder book to the park. It’ll get lost or wet or damaged, I don’t want to have to carry it around, I’ve got enough to do.
it was a boring, frustrating, unnecessary arguement. I took it off him and put it on the kitchen side. Told him to get his shoes on etc.
5 mins later, we headed off via the back door. Standing in the porch, I see he has the recorder book hidden in his jacket. We are running late by now so I take it off him and leave it in the porch, to deal with later, and we go to the park.
For the past week, we’ve been using the front door.
This morning, coming home from football practice with 8 year old, via the back door, we come into the porch to be greeted with the sight of his ruined, wet, mouldy recorder book.
8 year old goes mad, furious at 6 year old. 6 year old crying, blaming me for not moving it when we got back from park.
I’m just so tired.
the bloody book hasn’t crossed my mind since last week as to be quite honest, it’s the least of my worries. But here I am, Saturday morning ruined by a bloody recorder book that didn’t need to be there, and will now need for fork out £10 for another one.
its things like this x100, every single day.
i think im fairly competent. I work compressed hours / part time so I can be around….but I still can’t get it right. I don’t have the brain capacity to keep track of all their possessions and I’m just so exhausted by all this nonsense.